Chapter 12: Jealous Person

Then, the door of each car opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out.

 

They seemed as if cast from the same mold, each standing upright and stern, their posture and movements perfectly synchronized, the hallmark of soldiers trained year-round.

 

Tristan, standing to Richard's left, used his booming voice to command.

 

"Attention!"

 

With a swish, several hundred soldiers snapped their fingers to their temples in unison.

 

The scene was magnificent.

 

Brian was so intimidated by this powerful display that he staggered and fell to the ground.

 

Richard looked down at him.

 

"Brian, do you think I've brought enough people?"

 

This wasn't just many, it was terrifying!

 

One hundred Lincoln cars, three to four hundred well-trained subordinates, could a small Boss Arthur even make a dent?

Seeing this scene, those who benefited fr